Letras
Yo Tim'
Yeah yeah
Yo I'mma change it up on 'em
Man holla at ya dog
Petey Petey, hey y'all (hey y'all)
Carolina bird dog, still got my shirt off
Still reppin' for convicts in Sing Sing to Burgaw
Still rockin' with T-T-Timbaland uh-uh uh-uh
I got a different role, different stroll
Impose, every nigga in here tryin' best to fuck with Petey hoes
I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
Little bitty to big ho, nineteen to forty-fo'
I got some 1965 pantyhose
Fit in the plastic bag, tell me I ain't a macaron'
Jerome Jerome, I'm the Don Corleone
Petey Petey, the pussy beater
I suck 'em, fuck 'em, send 'em home
I gets my thug on, weekends
I get my club on, we been
So many at hotels boy I ought to buy my own
Petey Ott, Petey Swiss, Petey Inn, Petey I (Petey I)
Man, we did it again
I, Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh, I said
I, Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh, I said
I, Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them stunts uh, I said
I, Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh
P-P-Pardon me dog
Its the gitchy from the gitchy bar
Its really a tittie bar but I ain't got no license for it
I got the what they want
Plenty H, plenty O
Plenty guns, plenty bows
Muthafucka choose ya road
You ain't never seen this before
But when this shit drop, all she wrote
International playa (aya)
D-d-deah ya go
All they want is that Timbaland and Petey Pablo
Now watch me ball, da-dunna-dunna
Rims spinnin', 20's on all the cars, da-dunna-dunna
Every time we hit 'em they different broads, da-dunna-dunna
Now yall ain't ready
I'm the jumpin' in the Jumpin' Jack Flash
You don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track
Nigga I'm a jumpin' ass
Fist stomp I know you mad
But ain't too much you can do bout that
'Cause I'll make 'em stop the track
Tighten my belt and whoop y'all ass
Y'all niggas gon' understand why niggas don't wanna drop shit this year
Five, five equals ten, Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is
I, Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh, I said
I, Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh, I said
I, Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them stunts uh, I said
I, Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh
I'm the quicker picker-upper
Crazy soda can crusher
River, rock path, mobile home
Country muthafucka
Rep the dirty like a car commercial
You ain't heard it pitchin'
Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the cacka-lacky shit
Tr-Tr-Trash talkin' som'bitch
Trust me man I ain't the one to get mad at
Petey Pab got a bag of bats
And a gat if it come to that
So nigga-nigga don't act like that, playin'
Get a nigga smacked like that, I'm sayin'
Get a nigga wig pushed back, damn
Timbaland where ya at
In a 18-wheeler blowin' my horn-horn
Granddad gettin' his fill pickin' beans and corn-corn
Mama never saw that a star was born-born
Mama said "Star go mow that lawn-lawn"
I said its hot as hell, a nigga need some lemonade
Bump it, its 2000, a nigga needs some Minute Maid
Go 'head and act up, get cut with this switch blade
Nigga you better pay attention what the hook say
I, Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh, I said
I, Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh, I said
I, Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them stunts uh, I said
I, Got them girls
Got them thangs
Got them guns
Got them stunts uh